A reminder to be gentler to ourselves
I swear it’s just three posts. I’m so old now 👵🏻 I often think of mortality and time passing too quickly.
Hello… it’s been a while.
If you’re new here, my name’s Matilda. I used to blog a bit more often, back when I had more to say, or maybe when I didn’t overthink saying it. These days, I spend most of my time making time-lapse paintings on TikTok and, like everyone else, dealing with the occasional or daily existential crisis.
Lately, I’ve been feeling a little more introspective than usual.
I realized I haven’t really liked taking pictures of myself in a while, so I wanted to change that.
Somewhere along the way, I started feeling like I had to be a certain version of myself to deserve being captured. Like every photo needed a purpose, a mood, a reason. And if it didn’t meet that invisible standard, it just… wasn’t worth taking.
But looking at those photos now, I see moments, the effort I put into them, and the fun I felt while taking and editing them.
Lately, it’s been hitting me that time is actually moving. Quietly, constantly, without asking if I’m ready. The version of me now is something I can’t fully go back to. Not in a sad way, just… a real one.
It made me think that we should probably take more pictures when we’re young.
Not in a “document every second” kind of way, but in a softer, more forgiving way. The kind where you don’t overanalyze your face or your outfit or the lighting. The kind where you just exist and let that be enough.
Because before you know it, those ordinary moments become something you wish you held onto a little tighter.
And maybe it’s not just about photos.
Maybe it’s about taking more chances too. Going out more. Saying yes a little more often, but also planning accordingly, taking care of yourself, and knowing your limits. Living doesn’t have to mean chaos. It just means… participating in your own life.
I think I’ve been holding back a bit. Waiting to feel ready, or better, or more put together before I allow myself to be seen again.
But time doesn’t really wait for that.
So maybe this is me easing back into it. Taking photos again, even if they’re imperfect. Going outside a little more. Letting myself exist without needing to justify it.
Anyway… that’s where I’m at lately.
If you’ve been here before, hi again.
If you’re new, welcome.
Let’s try to hold onto things a little more gently this time.
